The platinum scepter lightly touched the Pope's body, and a soaring holy light suddenly descended. Ivan III's old body became tall and strong, as if he had suddenly drawn strength through some mysterious way and returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted less than a second - the holy light that fell from the sky did not shelter him, nor did the holy light floating around him, and all the holy light around him seemed to turn into a deadly flame and began to burn the saint? Ivan III's body, in the flames of radiance, he looked at Veronica in anger: "Why ......?"

"Essentially, the Holy Light is just an energy," Veronica said calmly as she looked at the Holy Light. Ivan III's body dissipated little by little in the glorious flames, his face still had that gentle and tranquil expression, but his tone was as cold as a machine, "When you use your energy too backwardly, your piety is useless. ”

Saint? Ivan III's body fell apart, and in the end, only a word full of resentment was left that echoed in the Great Hall of Light with endless obsession: "Deceitful ...... You will be ...... Host...... Destruction ......"

The flames of light gradually subsided, and the Great Hall of Light returned to its previous state, the sea of holy light clouds was still surging in prayer, and the bishops who bowed their heads in prayer still maintained their postures, as if they had not seen what was happening, Veronica held the platinum scepter in her hand, and the focus of the divine descent had changed from the saint? Ivan III's body shifted to her, and her body began to split little by little under the watchful eye of the god of light.

"Destruction...... Perhaps," Veronica whispered, carrying the platinum scepter as she walked to the Pope's throne, slowly sitting down as her body opened more and more light-filled rifts, "but it doesn't matter, 'we' have a lot of ......"

In the next second, her head hung heavily, and her whole person collapsed on the wide seat like a ceramic doll that was about to break, and life completely left this body.

But after only a moment, she raised her head again, and the cracks all over her body began to repair at an alarming rate, and a stiff voice rang out from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface...... Re-download the personality data ......"

A moment later, Veronica, fully restored, sat quietly on the Holy Throne, her platinum scepter in her hand, the praying bishops falling one by one in her vision, turning into fuel for the torch of light, while her gaze cast ahead, as if penetrating the entire church, penetrating the entire city, and falling on the distant walls.

The cathedral's bells rang for a long time, and the majestic divine power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a small imperceptible fluctuation before regaining stability again, and this small fluctuation was overshadowed by the powerful holy light that enveloped the entire church, and no one noticed what was happening in this temple......

The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the light of the divine descent, and when the great sun rose, the glorious morning sun shone on the ancient royal city, which was full of glory and still stood on the earth.

It was early morning on the sixth day.

All of the mage towers were badly damaged by the collapse of the Great Shield, and after barely half a day, they all ceased to function, and as a result, Saint Sunil's magical defenses collapsed on the sixth day.

Led by a few court mages, all the remaining mages who were still capable of fighting stood on the walls, ready to unleash a final wave of magical strikes against the monsters in a near-unison manner.

Wales? Moen looked at the robed figures, as if he was watching the kingdom's centuries-old heritage go to ruin.

Transcendents are the foundation of a country, and mages are even more extraordinary than knights who cannot afford losses - because in most cases, mages are not only transcendents who are good at fighting, but also have countless knowledge that has been passed down...... It should have been left in a relatively safe environment to delve into knowledge and use wisdom to promote the country.

Having been exposed to a lot of information about the Duchy of Cecil, Wales confirmed this even more.

But now, the defenses of St. Sunil have almost collapsed, and these mages with a great deal of knowledge and wisdom have to stand on the walls, to use them as flesh and blood shields, to use them as expendable weapons, and die in this place cheaply and quickly......

In the previous battles, the Great Shield was able to block at least most of the enemy's attacks, and even if the defending forces continued to suffer casualties, most mages could rely on the Great Shield to protect themselves, but now that the Great Shield is gone, once the effect of the Divine Descent is over, the fragile mages will immediately suffer heavy casualties.

In the inner city behind him, the glorious giant who had come to the world through the divine descent had begun to dim, and the stele walls surrounding the royal capital had also shown signs of illusory shaking, all of which showed one thing: the power of the divine magic was coming to an end.

Bodewen? Franklin's voice came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, the whole city has been collected with fire oil, which can support the battle for more than two days. ”

Wales turned his head and saw that the Duke of the Westside had lost his usual neat appearance, his battle robe was torn in many places, and his body was full of smoke and stains, and his tired expression was deeply imprinted on his face.

But even so, the duke maintained an ease of poise and grace with a majestic bearing, as if these qualities had been deeply imprinted in his blood.

The new king exhaled softly: "Okay, with the oil of fire, we can repel at least one or two waves of attacks......"

Those monsters are afraid of fire, this is the information that the soldiers on the southern defense line have exchanged their lives for, and under normal circumstances, large-scale fires on the battlefield rely on mages to create - but what if there is no mage, or the mage's strength is no longer enough to maintain the firepower of the entire defense line?

Wrap a stone bullet soaked in oil with hemp rope, and after ignition, you can replace the stone ball ignited by the magic flame, and pour the fire oil down the city wall, and you can still ignite a raging wall of fire under the city that is no less than the scorching place, and there are still some alternatives without the support of magic power.

"Where is Cecil's legion?"

"The last time we received the news was last night, that they had crossed the river channel of the Valley Cloister and were speeding towards this side."

As the reinforcements get closer and closer, the teleportation spell has been able to establish a more stable connection, Bai Dewen? Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria, and the establishment of a stable communication greatly encouraged all the defending forces, which is one of the reasons why the defense has held out to this day.

Wales thought for a moment, then looked up at the mages on the city walls.

"Get the mages down." The new king said succinctly.

"Your Majesty?"

"We can't let all the best scholars of the kingdom die here," said Wales quickly, "without the protection of a large shield, and in this kind of frontal group combat, these already exhausted mages will not be able to do anything, and it is much more valuable for them to survive than to die here." The gate in the northwest corner should still be clear, right? ”

"Unblocked."

There are countless crystal monsters on the periphery of St. Sunil, but not the entire city has been besieged, and the gate to the northwest of the royal capital is still passable, and the limited number of support from the Western Legion enters the city through this gate.

"Arrange for the evacuation of the scholars, including these mages," Welsh's tone revealed unquestionable, "from the northwest corner to the city." ”

"Your Majesty," Bai Dewen couldn't help but speak, "I'm afraid it will cause ...... to shake."

"As long as I don't retreat, the line won't waver," Welsh interrupted the Duke of the West, "and I'm not asking these mages to flee—I'm trying to keep them alive in this battle." The city will be defended, and the armoured sword-wielders will defend it, but after it is defended, we will need the pen and paper to rebuild it. ”

“…… Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The Duke of the Westlands left to carry out the king's orders, and Wales' attention was refocused on the ramparts of light, near the walls, on the bulwarks of light that could be extinguished at any moment.

I don't know how long it took, but his gaze suddenly turned to the sky.

A few small black dots appeared between the distant clouds at some point, and under the bright and brighter morning sun, they were rapidly approaching Saint-Sunil.

A few minutes later, when the black dots began to decrease in height, Wales finally made out what they were with the help of the Transcendent's vision—

It was a couple of griffons clustered around a giant eagle.

Wales watched them wide-eyed, as they swooped towards the capital in a near-suicidal dive, and as their altitude decreased, the Crystal Legions gathered on the plains finally reacted - despite their frenzy, the monsters launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who intruded into their "aerial realm", arcs of electricity burst from the ground into the sky, intersecting and weaving into a glittering web, and at the edge of this great web, the eagles and griffons danced over the clouds, Crossed the walls of Saint-Sunil.

They threw something from a great height.

The things bounced off in mid-air, stretched, fluttered in the wind, and at the same time had a vivid color, and Wales soon saw what the fluttering cloth-like things were—

It's Cecil's banner.

The king's eyes widened slowly, and then he suddenly laughed.

The founding hero arrived a day earlier than agreed.

As a large number of Cecil flags spread out in the air and fell in the wind, the bells of the Cathedral of the Holy Light in the inner city gradually faded away.

The effects of the Divine Descent are over.

The light-casting giants floating above the city shattered, turning into countless scattered holy lights escaping into the air, and the holy light barrier protecting the royal capital also cracked inch by inch, disappearing in a short time.

The crystalline monsters of the entire plain were agitated.

Cecil's flag fell in the wind, and in a sudden boost to morale, the Welsh longsword pointed at the sky:

"For Ansu!!"

Saint-Sunil, the shouts shook the clouds.

On the banks of the Gorgon River, artillery fire roared.

Three river warships lined up along the riverbank, and the rest of the gunboats and small gunboats lined up on the river, and large and small close defense guns and light main guns were aimed at the east bank of the river.

On the bridge of the Trailblazer, Byron's loud voice was almost as loud as the artillery fire outside:

"Fire suppression, fire suppression, quickly empty the landing field!"

"Follow-up cargo ships keep up, all keep up!"

"Hurry up, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put the ground forces down!! ”

Under the cover of gunboats, the entire east coast area was quickly cleared of the crystalline monsters, and the armored cargo ships approached the river beach suitable for landing one by one, and the gangplanks made of solid steel frames and heavy steel plates extended to the river bank under the action of mechanical devices, and the tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles that had long been ready to go drove to the ground one after another, quickly establishing a propulsive defense line on land.

And with the roar of tank guns, the marines also rushed to the riverbank.

On the bridge of the Pioneer, Gawain's image was emerging on the Magic Net terminal in front of Gawain: "...... Just flew over St. Sunil...... The signal has been cast...... They're still holding on to ......"

Gawain looked back at Byron, who had finally quieted down: "Can you hit St. Sunil from this position?" ”

"It's beyond the theoretical range—but you can try it with a shot," Byron's loud voice sounded again, "If I don't guarantee accuracy, I can hit the cannonball on the plain south of St. Sunil at the right angle, but no one knows exactly where it will fall, and I won't be able to hit the royal capital anyway." ”

"Let's shoot," Gawain nodded slightly, "tell those monsters that we're here." ”

"Hear me! Lads! Byron's face was full of red light, and he waved his arms to his crew, "Overload the main gun, do a shot of XX!" ”